Chapter 12: The Last Breakfast

I am sitting in my chair having a nescafe with honey(and I don't know which one of my alters came up with the idea)and wishing myself a good day.

I have already packed up and starting the journey to Campus-where am guessing awesome things would unfold so that this story keeps going.

I look around the hotel room to take in the view for the last time.

I wanna comeback here 20 years from now with my teen daughter.

It's a quiet place by the high way. You only hear some birds and some cars passing by.

You will hear the engines of some awesome cars roaring at midnight.

They don't roar by the day that much. But it must be alright because well....none of them had crushed in to the hotel yet.

I've seen a black cat, a squirrel and a pigeon-looking-duck there. It was sunny for the first three days...but then after that, it was raining and raining and raining. Not that it matters to me...because I am not allowed to go out_till today that is.

My eyes are half closed. ...I wanna go back to sleep but I know I won't. I am dressed in my. favoright all black loose but tight clothes. I think I'll have to a lot of shopping for the winter.

I have worked out every single day I've been here in an effort to look better when I go to a place filled with young-adult people- a university campus. I look okay I think.

There are not more than 3 people from my country there-or so I had been told, and that's including me. Perhaps they would treat me like a rare item in a game- or forget that I was ever there. I am kinda cold...but I would like to look good at least till I check out of the hotel.

You might think this is some sort of journal or diary. LOL. As if I would get out there and share my secrets with a million people!

Trust me...I won't!

But this is a novel...and I'm a character. Not a very best one either- but my author is an idiot just like me. As much as I want my story to fantasy or supernatural or scifi and however much she wants that for me too, we are both bound to this earth and to this century...and we both suck at long time and long term day dreams.

Anyways...I am on my way to airport again...and the scenery is beautiful. Seeing all the greens and the homely homes and the green fields with cows and sheep on them, I can't help but wonder if I will settle here.

I would be biking on the high way and racing trucks and all...dad would have looooooved to drive here...I will bring Dad and Mom here for vacation sometime.

I met the only other countrymate at my new school in the Airport...it is funny coincidence that we came to board the same plane and got here at the same time. Makes me wanna think that God is somehow going before me and straightning my path.

Because I met her, I was able to charge my laptop and attend class properly. I had found out that the adopter I had did not fit to the plugs on this side of the world. She had it ordered online and sent it to me.

Now she's waiting for me at the airport and is gonna help me get the two hundered dollars I brought with me exchanged to Euros. I wonder how long it would last.

If this was another story I was reading on a book, I would have said that this was all a cliche happing because the protagonist is favoured by the writer. It is funny now it is happening to me. It makes me wanna believe prayers do come true. So I go on once again and pray to God to make me really really beautiful, and super super smart, and totally rich. 😁 Lol. As if!

his place...it's a new world. I wish I could already tell you what it's like. But I don't know yet...and I am nervous.

Most highschool and collage romance movies start this way...and from the way things are going, this might a story like that...But I wish for Gandalf to come knock at my door and promise me adventure instead.

I wish this to be a sports movie, where I would go the up and down of athletics to finally end it in a last minute victory.

I wish this to be a start of a superhero's journey to save the world...

I wish it be a sitcom just like the bigbang theory.

I wish it be a story of time travel by some college kids and their crazy professor.

I wish my story be a 'How to train your dragon' and a 'Kungfu Panda'.

But...

I am not a warrior.

I am not a genius.

I am not a pretty damsel or a princess.

I do not know the nature of my own story.

I cannot even guess it at this moment.

I may not do so for a while either.